Ode to NPAS Engineering (ECPM)
O, venerable Daedalae of the twirling blades, draw heart that those less worthy, whose bombastic blather blinded the Gods with vindication before assassination, will surely rue the day they wielded their knives with such ill-considered counsel.
Public torment will surely possess those who guard the gelt when realisation appears, sure and steady like the diurnal orb above the horizon, to shine its rays upon the serpent, it’s constrictor coils wrapped tightly round the prize but its belly still distended with the contents of the erstwhile martyr, too late to have saved the last bastion of competition from the pyre of pecuniary exactness, and all enacted without sagacity, dexterity, sensitivity or redress. R.I.P. 